him.  I know the person who saw the packet before it was delivered to the Blenheimeius.  But what will you say to this wise commander himself?  I am going to tell you no secret, but what he uttered publicly at the levee.  The King asked him, if he had raised great contributions?  “Contributions, Sir! we saw nothing but old women.”  What becomes of the thirty thousand men that made them retire with such expedition to their transports?  My Lord Downe, as decently as he can, makes the greatest joke of their enterprise, and has said at Arthur’s, that.,five hundred men posted with a grain of common sense would have cut them all to pieces.  I was not less pleased at what M. de Monbagon, the young prisoner, told Charles Townshend t’other day at Harley’s:  he was actually at Rochfort when you landed, where he says they had six thousand men, most impatient for your approach, and so posted that not one of you would ever have returned.  This is not an evidence to be forgot.

Howe and Lord George Sackville are upon the worst terms, as the latter is with the military too.  I can tell you some very curious anecdotes when I see you; but what I do not choose, for particular reasons, to write.  What is still more curious, when Lord George kissed hands at Kensington, not a word was said to him.

How is your fever? tell me, when you have a mind to write, but don’t think it necessary to answer my gazettes; indeed I don’t expect it.

(908) Now first printed.

(909) The little Volume of Fugitive Pieces, printed this year at the Strawberry Hill press.

(910) The King.-E.

433 Letter 273
To Sir Horace Mann. 
Arlington Street, July 8, 1758.

If you will not take Prince Ferdinand’s victory at Crevelt in full of all accounts, I don’t know what you will do—­autrement, we are insolvent.  After dodging about the coasts of Normandy and Bretagne, our armada is returned; but in the hurry of the retreat from St. Maloes, the Duke of Marlborough left his silver teaspoons behind.  As he had generously sent back an old woman’s finger and gold ring, which one of our soldiers had cut off, the Duc d’Aiguillon has sent a cartel-ship with the prisoner-spoons.  How they must be diverted with this tea-equipage, stamped with the Blenheim eagles! and how plain by this sarcastic compliment what they think of us!  Yet We fancy that we detain forty thousand men on the coast from Prince Clermont’s army!  We are sending nine thousand men to Prince Ferdinand; part, those of the expedition:  the remainder are to make another attempt; perhaps to batter Calais with a pair of tea-tongs.